It's personal

She always cries when we hang out, and honestly, I’m here for it. I’m not sure why I keep doing it—who am I kidding, I know why. I do it because I’m lonely, and I crave touch. But it’s more than that; I like being here for her. Maybe it’s the savior complex creeping in, but I know better now. I’ve learned it’s not about fixing anything—it’s about just listening. Like I even have the ability to fix anyone or anything. If I did, I’d probably start with myself.